Thursday, May 20, 2010
Literature & Landscape of the Horse Retreat
When I won the residency at the Devils Tower in 2008, the week I spent at the park took me to a 'place' far beyond my expectations. Living/walking/breathing amid the whispering Ponderosa pines, the red sandstone buttes that shimmer in the afternoon sun, golden meadows filled with Western Wheatgrass, the winding Belle Fourche River--with time to write--made it a week I treasure more than almost any other.
This trip is neither a conference nor for research . . . the retreat is simply a gift to myself. This time I want to open my heart and mind and embrace all that the ranch and the retreat have to offer. I hope to learn more about horses, how to ride and trust a horse, to feel like I belong in the saddle. And in doing so, I hope to discover more of me. More of who I am and the woman God has called me to be. I know He's called me to write, but now I'm asking what if there's something more, something deeper, some thing undiscovered . . . waiting to surface given the right circumstances, timing, setting.
Onward . . . better yet, westward I go.